A dog’s life
Mitchell had no reason to be ashamed of himself. A fine manly body honed by years of hard labour on the farm. He’d seen men looking .. admiring. He didn’t think he was vain. But he knew his muscular torso turned heads. Eye-catching.
Not to mention the girls. From early on he’d had no problem finding someone to meet him behind the general stores. A strict, god-fearing town .. but there’d been no shortage of girls yearning to get their hands on the hardness of his chest. And more besides.
He’d whored with his mates, sharing a woman. In the close confines of military life, he’d laughed and joked in the latrines .. everyone’s bare arse on display. At sea he’d thrown himself with the others naked into the sea to clean up.
Having his butt on display before his shipmates .. not something to worry him. Normally.
This was not normal. Here, now .. he was intensely aware that stood there with nothing on .. in front of the other men as they got food down themselves .. stood with his hands on his head as ordered .. this was far from normal. Wandering around with his butt on display .. normally, so what? But this was being forced. By an enemy that wished him evil. Forced on him against his will. And everyone was invited to watch.
Made to strip down to nothing by order of the handlers. Standing bare-arse naked. Done to make him look small. Proof to his shipmates these heathens could shove him around. For all his head-held-high .. for all his straight back and broad shoulders .. they could push him around at will.
Bad enough getting used to this new status thrust on him by his cowardly captain’s surrender. Bad enough going through that pre-auction pawing and prodding. But this did feel really awkward. It went against everything he felt about himself. Mitchell was already struggling to adjust to his new conditions. Now these evil bastards were piling it on. Being made to stand there naked. His will being seen to be forced .. seen to be forced to display his bare arse to the world .. forced against his will. Useless to resist. That was what made this something else.
Deliberately they made him strip. Under threat. Audibly ordered by “his betters” to look down at the ground when they spoke to him. Shoving their weight around .. because they could. Making him show that .. for all his strength, for all the muscular power on display across his bare back .. he was nothing. Show this to his shipmates. These handlers could order him around. Force him into uncomfortable situations. Make him cringe at his uselessness. And he had no say in this. He was a SLAVE.
Stood on display like this he was living proof of that hateful word. And these handlers? As long as he was shamed .. they were getting their thrills. Stood submissive with his hands behind his head, his naked butt the object for viewing as the others threw down their meagre food .. Mitchell felt awkward, he felt stupid. Disgraced.
He felt angry too, angered by this public helplessness. He told himself to calm down .. feeling his nerves getting to him. Reminding himself how Rais had twice already managed to wind him up. Warning himself not to give in to his anger again.
Telling himself to get his nerves back in grip. Damn it! He sensed a tell-tale feeling in his cock. This mixture of nerves and anger was working on him. THAT was the last thing he needed right now. Cool it!
There’d been the noise of food and water arriving behind his back. He was getting none, it seemed. Stood there all the time .. sensing dozens of sleep-deprived gazes tracing a path over his bare back. He was almost feeling the touch of eyes moving over his bare backside. Bare-arse naked, looked over by his shipmates .. who had little else to do but stare.
Then there was lots of shouting. The other handlers ordering the food to be put away, he assumed. But not for one moment had Mitchell’s own pair of guards left his side. Their sticks ever-present in case his gaze should lift from the earth.
A stick slapped him back to full alertness across his back.
“Turn round, dog.”
Slowly Mitchell did as told. Knowing he was turning to face the others. He saw them all lined up in work gangs. Looking straight at him. At his nakedness. At his submissiveness. And he felt it .. their eyes shot straight at his dick. What the hell! We’re all men!
But still it felt awkward. To be the object of curiosity. The only one in the courtyard naked. The one singled-out .. for reasons unknown .. but they all knew, not for good. The only one with his cock dangling free in the wind.
Awkward. Even if they were all men. Even if they had all seen him like this on the ship. Uncomfortable because this was forced. Under duress. He knew it, they knew it. He was being shown up. Deliberately. Something to laugh at. The reason for being picked-on and naked for all to wonder about.
He stood .. his back towards the courtyard wall .. his hands up behind his head .. made to look the part of the helpless slave, submissive. And marked out for special treatment. Lots of shouting going on. Lots of threatening with sticks. Shoving men into lines .. groups of men being formed .. work-groups.
Every single man facing him. Looking at a slave singled out for punishment. Stark-naked and going to get it! His shipmates were being shoved into lines .. herded into groups to go out and work. And made to look at him .. in his nakedness. In his punishment pose. Looking him over .. turned into some embarrassed object for display .. under threat .. singled out to pay for his crimes.
He told himself not to give in to that. Deal with his nerves! Show them the man! Stand-up straight, elbows back, chest out. But he saw himself a shipmates saw him. Less than human, not worthy of the most meagre covering. Arms up .. forced to stand in this submissive mode .. made ready for breaking his will.
Something to ogle at. Why did Mitchell think every eye was on his dick?